It’s as if the act itself, independent of the will, intentions or even existence of the person, is some sort of alchemical, magical act.
My seventh great grandfather came to this continent in the seventeenth century. A branch of the family became Mormon in the mid-nineteenth century. He’s been baptized by proxy, dead dunked, whatever you want to call it, so many timesm now with so many errors, birth dates ranging over a century, same for death, wrong locations ... probably about ten entries, only one of which is even remotely correct.
Whatever the intent, they shot a brick on that one, missed him by a country mile.
Well, I found him and his other self ARIC, and his other self RICK, rofl. SHhhhh don't tell them, the name I wanted was Aarick which I finally found with another source.
Now the way THEY see it, they now have 3 people made of the same man, so that's 3 dead dunks, but what the hey, keeps the mormon peons so busy they don't have time to ask questions or read the lies about their church.
Now that is what Rush would call mind numbed robots.